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Jul 2013
and one day I marched
right up to your front door
and took back what was
rightfully mine.
Silly you, stood in a state
of shock as you held out your
hand, dripping with blood from
the ***** that I gently placed back
into my chest.
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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